nascar aloe - drag race lyrics
[intro: nascar aloe]
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, woah
hey, can you scratch my nuts real quick?
yeah, sh+t, sh+t, no
f+ck, sh+t, sh+t, yeah, yeah
i don’t f+ck with that sh+t, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo
[verse 1: nascar aloe]
yeah, yeah, hammer on me in case i need to break t++th (yeah, yeah)
and, yes, i hate everybody, i k!lled them all in my dreams (yuh, yuh)
i didn’t handle it sloppy, i did that sh+t all clean
these f+cks love to come and copy but, no, you can’t be me
ho, i’m off that whitney, could you suck my d+ck, please?
i don’t rock no etnie, lil’ b+tch, these is rickies (ricks)
can you please reset mе? (‘set) this world way too sh+tty (ayy, ayy)
see that flash like epilеpsy, and then he started twitching (yuh, yuh)
ayy, like rrah, rrah (ayy)
demons in my head, they talkin’, and it’s non+stop (yeah, yeah)
dead man walking, hit you with the sawed+off (nah)
feds keep watching, got my sh+t turned off (ayy)
i don’t wanna really have to murk you, but i will (agh)
and my was aim just to hurt you, but i k!ll (yeah, b+tch)
p+ssy boy, still got a curfew, i’m in the field (field)
hit him with the glock, he backflippin’ like he was jeleel!
[chorus: nascar aloe]
yeah, my desolation, die, suffocation
this b+tch really wanna f+ckin’ ride ’cause i’m raging
f+ckin’ with me, right, you gonna die in duration
of the f+ckin’ song, it take as long as drag racing
drag racing (i go so f+ckin’ fast on they ass)
drag racing (got yo’ f+ckin’ b+tches on my d+ck, now they mad)
drag racing ([?] where you at?)
drag racing ([?] f+ck the gang ’til it’s [?])
[verse 2: apolloislame]
ayy, ayy, b+tch, get the f+ck back, get out of my business
yeah, you hear the bass boomin’, yeah, it’s louder than an engine
cookin’ up the dope, then i cut him with precision
and i chop you up and leave your body in the kitchen
i do not care, i’ma do what i want
that’s why yo’ b+tch with me, and we kick it like a punt, ayy
poppin’ x pills, yeah, she pop the f+ckin’ runtz, ayy (yeah, yeah)
they say i’m weird, they say i’m different, yeah, so f+ckin’ what, ayy?
so f+ckin’ what, ayy? i don’t have be around you, ayy
so f+ckin’ what? b+tch, we in first place, we don’t need no round two
shoppin’ at vivienne, oh, we don’t go to round two
i don’t know boy, he a clown, and you a f+ckin’ clown too
got the whole squad with me, you don’t want us to pound you
yeah, we lit in our town, we f+ckin’ up your town too
they be like, “oh my god, i love you, even though i used to doubt you”
ayy, ayy, big bag, movin’ fast just like a drag race
ayy, tryna hop on the wave, b+tch, you mad late
ayy, she wanna be my first wife, don’t know my last name
ayy, swerving in the f+ckin’ lane, i’m ’boutta crash, ayy
[chorus: nascar aloe]
yeah, my desolation, die, suffocation
this b+tch really wanna f+ckin’ ride ’cause i’m raging
f+ckin’ with me, right, you gonna die in duration
of the f+ckin’ song, it take as long as drag racing
drag racing (i go so f+ckin’ fast on they ass)
drag racing (got yo’ f+ckin’ b+tches on my d+ck, now they mad)
drag racing ([?] where you at?)
drag racing ([?] f+ck the gang ’til it’s [?])
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